A/N—I always wondered what Ben told Max and the others that made them so afraid of what lay in the basement. I woke up with this in my head... yeah, I was freaked too.

Tell us a story Ben.

Song of the Nomaly.

Down in the bowels of the earth, my friend,

Is the place where the Nomalies lay.

Neither man nor beast, they dream of a feast,

And it's you they want as their prey.

They have no care if you're good or bad,

The Nomalies of which I speak,

They only care if you're tough or tender,

To them to you are but meat.

When your guard is down, your heart is hurt,

And you're tired from the fight,

They lick their lips and smile that smile,

And wait until the night.

They crawl up through the pipe-works,

That rattle in their stead,

And claw along the ceiling,

While you lay in bed.

Withered claws reach for you,

As their monstrous eyes do gleam.

Their dirty paws cover your mouth,

In hell no one hears your scream.

Dragging your writhing body,

Down to the bows of the earth,

The cackle of maniacal laughter,

Tells you of their mirth.

A soldier must be brave and strong,

Escape you can but try.

But with the hiss of steam and smoke,

No one can hear you cry.

They hang you from the ceiling,

Make cuts upon your head.

They dance a dance of triumph,

And know they'll soon be fed.

Dead food is not to their taste,

They prefer their prey alive.

Which is why they howl with glee,

As they watch you wriggle and writhe.

They slice off all your fingers,

And munch your bones like bread.

They roll in the blood beneath your body,

And wait while you are bled.

Down in the bowels of the earth, my friend,

The Nomalies watch you scream.

As your lifeblood drips to the ground,

They lap it up like cream.

The tearing of flesh entices them,

Your tears they lick and savour.

They rip off your tongue so no more sound,

With nails as sharp as razor.

As strong a soldier as you think you are,

They're superior, you can't deny.

They suck your soul from your cold hard body,

And giggle as you die.

In a place of hell and torment,

Who cares that one mores gone?

In a place like this you'll never be missed,

As the Nomalies sing their song.

Your corpse holds no weight with them,

They throw you out like trash.

No one will know what happened to you,

As you lie mangled in the grass.

Down in the bowels of the earth, my friend,

The Nomalies play with your soul,

They eat it up forever and ever,

As pain is their ultimate goal.

So beware, my weary soldier,

Be careful while you sleep,

Nomalies don't care if you're bad or good,

They only want to eat.

Down in the bowels of the earth, my friend,

Is the place where the Nomalies lay.

Neither man nor beast, they dream of a feast,

And it's you they want as their prey.

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